"What's the number they're handing out at the door now?"
"Over 500, I think."
"Oh my gosh, it's only just past 10 a.m. By noon, won't the line be up to a thousand or two?"
"Yeah, I've heard Team leader Cao announced that there's a limit on Fermented Rice with Steamed Buns and Three Meat Buns, too. You can't buy more than six at a time."
"Isn't this the first time Huang Ji has put a purchase limit?"
"No choice. Even if there are only 1000 numbers, with 6 per person, that's 6000 pastries. Master Qin would be exhausted and still couldn't make enough."
"Isn't Master Zheng helping out?"
"Master Zheng is slow."
Zheng Da, who was trying hard to help: ...
What are they saying? What are they saying? What do they mean, Master Zheng is slow???
Is he slow? He...
Zheng Da glanced at Qin Huai, who was almost working at factory assembly line speed.
Alright, maybe he is a bit slow.
